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(ooc: Just 1 post since I woke up at 4.05 am... going back to bed again...)
Grimacing at the inactivity, she tries to contact Isabeau but strangely, her connection with Isabeau seems to be broken. A frown creeps into her lips ~ Could something have happened to her... ~ The tinge of regret nags at her incessantly ~ I cannot just stand here and wait.~
Hastily, she sits down and pulls out the remaining torn portion of parchment and scribbles on it: Larry, Isabeau missing. Have gone to find her. Be back soon. She places parchment on the chipped table, using the bottle of ink as a weight. Grabbing her belongings, she strides out of the building and into the streets.
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